Serendipity - Finding something good, without looking for it.
After waking up from an accident, Katy finds herself looking at the world in a different light. With diagnosed Post Traumatic Amnesia, Katy sets out on a mission, along with some trusted...
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Pushing my shoulders back, I swallowed down the lump in my throat and knocked on the large black door. The wood made my knuckles hurt but I ensured myself that the pain I felt now was nothing compared to the pain I was going to be feeling in the next few moments.
I could faintly make out the outline of a person as they walked up the hallway of the house slowly before the door opened revealing a tidal wave of Leather, Vanilla and Sandalwood.
It was him. I swallowed again. This was going to be so much harder than I thought..
"Katy." Zak spoke making me look up from my eye level which happened to be the same level as his open shirt, exposing a small section of his chest.
Lifting my head up, I looked at him dead in the eye before I delivered my greeting.
The sound of my hand slapping against the side of his face and his hiss filled the air until he moved his head back into position.
"Nice to see you too" He growled seconds before I pushed myself into his house. Storming through his home, I had one thought in my mind. Havoc..
But something snapped in my mind and the wall of ignorance, the wall of safety in my mind, it tumbled and why? Because I tripped on his shoe..
Enraged I grabbed them and threw them at him angrily. "How many times do I have to fall over them?!" I yelled. Watching him dodge the shoe and glare at me.
"How many ti- You remember.." He realised and slowly his face paled. "Okay just let me expla-"
"You're a liar! A big fat phony!" I screamed throwing a water bottle at him as I paced the room trying to get air into my lungs.
"Just calm down okay?" He spoke lifting his hands up in surrender but everything was coming in thick and fast. The lies, the deceit, the feelings, it was all based upon a fabricated version of himself.
The pain was soaring in my head, my emotions were now at an uncontrollable level as everywhere I looked I saw us. Every aspect of his home, I was there, with him. Happy. Maybe I was in his clothes, maybe he was in boxers, maybe we were lounging, laughing or loving. But I was there, with him.
"NO! NO I WON'T CALM DOWN! YOU DONE THIS! ALL OF THIS! YOU LIED!" I screamed throwing a vase at him.
